Post by harja on Apr 7, 2016 19:39:51 GMT
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[attr="class","coyoinfo"]coyoteheart was assigned to go on the dusk patrol, but that's not for a while yet. he finds himself with time to kill. he spends most of it hunting.
he dashes across the moors after a particularly speedy rabbit, legs a blur and tail a long pale line behind him, before it dives into the safety of its hole. if he wasn't in the middle of running full-pelt, he would have sigh. mouse dung. instead he slows his run to a jog, passing by the rabbit hole, and then he slows even further, softly padding a few steps before stopping altogether. then he does sigh.
all coyoteheart wants to do is catch some rabbits before the dusk patrol, and yet this is the second one to get away. returning to camp without a single piece of fresh-kill was unthinkable. spending the day hunting with nothing to show for it - in new-leaf, no less - would be embarrassing - more than embarrassing. he knows he should do better.
there's no time to lose, then. coyoteheart looks around to gain his bearings. he's close to riverclan territory; he sees the gorge, hears the rushing of the river. the waterfall isn't far ahead, and fourtrees looms in the near distance. it was as good a place to try hunting as any.
coyoteheart isn't thinking of much as he pads forward - he's focused on his senses, ears pricked and eyes sharp, watching and listening for the telltale signs of prey. he's disappointed to find there's still only the soft gurgling of the river and the gentle rustling of the grass in the breeze. he keeps a good few foxlengths away from the neutral ground of fourtrees; the border between the meeting place and his territory is invisible, but he knows the area well enough - this rock is on windclan's side, that patch of grass is neutral --
and, okay, maybe his attention shifts, and he studies the subtlety of the border instead of watching for another rabbit. it's at that moment he hears a noise on fourtrees' side of the border: grass rustling, more forceful than just the breeze, prey. he instinctively drops down into a crouch and sweeps his gaze across the area, looking for the cause of the sound. is he even technically allowed to hunt on neutral territory?
he dashes across the moors after a particularly speedy rabbit, legs a blur and tail a long pale line behind him, before it dives into the safety of its hole. if he wasn't in the middle of running full-pelt, he would have sigh. mouse dung. instead he slows his run to a jog, passing by the rabbit hole, and then he slows even further, softly padding a few steps before stopping altogether. then he does sigh.
all coyoteheart wants to do is catch some rabbits before the dusk patrol, and yet this is the second one to get away. returning to camp without a single piece of fresh-kill was unthinkable. spending the day hunting with nothing to show for it - in new-leaf, no less - would be embarrassing - more than embarrassing. he knows he should do better.
there's no time to lose, then. coyoteheart looks around to gain his bearings. he's close to riverclan territory; he sees the gorge, hears the rushing of the river. the waterfall isn't far ahead, and fourtrees looms in the near distance. it was as good a place to try hunting as any.
coyoteheart isn't thinking of much as he pads forward - he's focused on his senses, ears pricked and eyes sharp, watching and listening for the telltale signs of prey. he's disappointed to find there's still only the soft gurgling of the river and the gentle rustling of the grass in the breeze. he keeps a good few foxlengths away from the neutral ground of fourtrees; the border between the meeting place and his territory is invisible, but he knows the area well enough - this rock is on windclan's side, that patch of grass is neutral --
and, okay, maybe his attention shifts, and he studies the subtlety of the border instead of watching for another rabbit. it's at that moment he hears a noise on fourtrees' side of the border: grass rustling, more forceful than just the breeze, prey. he instinctively drops down into a crouch and sweeps his gaze across the area, looking for the cause of the sound. is he even technically allowed to hunt on neutral territory?
[attr="class","coyonotes"]i have Completely forgotten how to write, please forgive the clumsiness omg muta
[attr="class","cred"]table by harja
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